Can't take it
Don't mind of
In-ci-sion
My blood flow
Blood strea-ming
Lig(a)ment holes
Flex finger
Don't seems wrong
Il-lu-sion
Of gi-ven
My li-ttle
Steel blee-ding
I flex my
Lined bloo-ded
Re-pre-ssion
'Please sto-p it'
Give hard time
Pull hair out
In long term
Out of blood
Run up my
Blee-ding stopped
I flex o...ne more time
Gets bi-gger
Pus comes off
In-ci-sion
Temple fall
Blee-ding though
Sta-ble thought
_______
Ichor spread
O-ver me
It's the way
Gar-mo-ny
Flies and worms
My best friends
Flex one more
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- Author: Badjanah (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 19th, 2024 12:47
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 7
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